Faint Praise, Fast Food

A conversation by email.

Linus: How was band-we-will-not-name-here?
Pierre: Really not bad, considering the cramped conditions. The girls love them. I like them better than the Libertines.
Linus: But you hate the Libertines.
Pierre: Right.
Pierre: On Monday, CB’s Gallery has a “Secret Satan” gift exchange at the Gothic party…
Linus: Perfect, perfect. What do you get the Goth who has everything, a life? Color?
Pierre: A Happy Meal?

About Linus

The man behind the curtain. But couldn't we get a nicer curtain?
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4 Responses to Faint Praise, Fast Food

  1. Harvey says:

    I suppose giving them a white cat would just be mean :-)

  2. Linus says:

    O Harvey. That is dastardly. Simply dastardly.

  3. deano says:

    “Excelsis - A Dark Noel.” Awesome! New holiday singles for ’04 too.

    ‘the king’s son calls me the “dark one”
    if he calls me again
    i will go with him.’

  4. Linus says:

    “Honey - Mr. Cthulhu is at the door and would like to talk to you. Something about the eldritch sunken city of R’lyeh and blood sacrifice to the Elder Gods? Have you finished your homework? Are you sure?”

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